Excerpts from the Diary of Peggy Douglas
Eighteen year old, home schooled Peggy has been keeping a diary since she was 8. She spent the first weekend of spring break with Ron, David and Kate. After spending Saturday at the beach they went to a swingers party where she had sex with Jerry Malone, who set up for the profit party, and Gene, a police captain who is moonlighting as head of security. She saw David sitting in the bar area and went over to him.
Swinger Party
David was recuperating from a particularly "satisfying" sex session. We were talking about our experiences so far when who should come in but Ron's aunt and uncle. That's David's mom and dad! I can't imagine how embarrassing that must have been! I mean, what if my mom and dad came into a sex party where I was fucking guys. Well, I'd be more astonished than embarrassed, but still!
I didn't know what to say as his mother pointed out Ron and Kate fucking and being fucked and started encouraging David to go find someone. I'm almost thankful (though mostly surprised) when she asked me if I'd like to fuck her husband, David's father. She even flicked his cock at me. Well, I agreed, as much to get away as anything. Not that I was unwilling to fuck David Sr, he's always seemed nice, and tonight he looked very willing, 7 inch erect cock and all.
Seeing David's father and mother naked at the swingers party was surreal. Not to mention my feelings as he led me to find an empty mattress, his penis bouncing and testicles swinging with his steps. My mind swims as I think of it now and I was in a sort of daze at the time. Not the sort of daze where I didn't know what was happening. I was totally aware. It was more like some sort of out of body experience. Like I was watching what I was doing from somewhere else rather than actually being present.
We found a mattress and Dave, Senior, stood there kind of speechless. I think he was a bit out of it. I broke the silence, "What now?" Kind of trite but that's what I said.
He said, "I guess we get naked." and gave a nervous laugh. As jokes go it was worse than lame but he was working through his nervousness.
I wondered aloud, "You've never had sex with a younger woman before?"
"Well, Ruth is younger than me."
I guessed that was another nervous attempt at humor and laughed, "Oh Dave, you know what I mean. Much younger."
And he said, "With Jennifer. Do you know her."
Of course I did and I remembered Ron told me about how Jennifer and his aunt had gotten Jennifer to seduce him in a plot to get Ron to have sex with his aunt. Sort of sick and I wondered if Dave, Senior, is really on board with the swingers thing. I made a guess that he came just to keep Ruth happy. But he was looking around at the sexual activity with an expression that made it obvious he was anxious to be fucking my young pussy.
"Yes. She's quite attractive." I told him. Talk about an understatement, she's "drop dead" gorgeous. I was uncertain about the mattress. Who knows how much "bodily fluid" had been leaked on to it but it had a nice white sheet. It looked clean (later I found out there were workers going around and replacing the sheets as mattresses freed up). I knelt on it and it felt dry so I lay on it. "Come on," I told Dave. "We can at least cuddle."
He lay bedside me and I started stroking his penis which had shrunken to a 4 inch, thin, soft worm . "You can touch me," I told him. "I want you to." He tentatively began stroking my stomach. I moved his hand to a breast and his penis rapidly grew and hardened, one of life's fascinating things the way they shrink and enlarge. It grew to it's 7 inches full length, still thin, like an inch or less in diameter. No, diary, I'm not suddenly obsessed with penis size. It's just that so many around meant I could do a bit of comparative study. Yeah, "comparative study" :-) Anyway I wanted to compare how different penises feel inside me, something that was harder to do when I had them only one at a time.
"You're soft," Dave said, "and so pretty. "Of course all Ron's girls are pretty." He said it almost as a thought expressed aloud rather than something he expected me to hear.
"Thank you," I told him. "Some of Ron's girls are quite spectacular," I added, moving his hand to my crotch.
"Eva," he said almost absentmindedly. Another thought expressed aloud. He took the hint and began exploring my genitals with his fingers. He got his other arm under my head so he could continue massaging a breast.
"And Kate," I added, "she's here," and turned to kiss him as encouragement for his genital ministrations.
Maybe it was the kiss. Maybe it was the mention of Ron's most attractive paramours. Maybe it was him feeling my genitals. Whatever it was, he suddenly got into the program. Holding my head firmly but gently in his arm, he intensified the kiss and his tongue went inside my mouth. his fingers drove up my vagina, his thumb explored my vulva and discovered my clitoris. He moved his body on top of me and I spread my legs. I helped his penis replace the fingers inside me. He kept his thumb on my clitoris as he began to gently move in and out. I couldn't help but laugh in pleasure. I remembered my recently learned technique and clamped down on his penis while it was deep in me. He hummed with a sound of pleasure as he pulled out I felt that my vagina had a firm grasp on his skin and that his shaft was moving inside the skin. I kept up the pressure as he drove back in and released. The sensation made me realize something. Pulling away from the kiss I mumbled, "We're supposed to use a condom."
He stopped and said he could get one. I told him there was a bowl of them right next to our heads but not to stop. "I'm okay without it if you are."
He didn't answer, just resumed the kiss, held my body even more tightly to his, and resumed moving his hips. I did the alternating tightening and releasing of my vagina trick and he made that same, slight hum when I did it. I'm not sure he was really aware of what I was doing. The sensations were intensely pleasurable for me but there's no increase in my sexual excitement. It's one of those things I could just do on and on and on. He's really gentle and occasionally slipped a finger between us and against my clitoris. I jerked with pleasure when he did that but it wasn't really an orgasm, just a reflex, a very, very enjoyable reflex.
I sensed he was tiring and told him he didn't need to come, "After all there are plenty of other women here. You don't want to expend yourself this soon." I didn't want him to think I didn't enjoy myself so I told him I really enjoyed my time with him and "Maybe we can do it again some other time." Diary, that last just slipped out it just seemed like a nice thing to say. But it's not like with The Captain. I'll almost certainly be seeing Dave Sr. again in circumstances where sex would be possible. But, I also have this clitoral tingle of anticipation at the thought.
He unexpectedly replied, "Yes maybe we can," with a tone that seemed to imply he knew he would have the opportunity and that he also expected I would agree. I gave him a passionate goodbye kiss and got up to look for the bartender. It had been at least a half hour since he asked for a fuck when he had a break. This skinny young girl brushed by me and went right to Dave. She said something to him, unrolled a condom over his vertical, still hard, penis and sat right down on it. I smiled. He'd do just fine.
Well, I attracted attention immediately. With more guys than girls, a single woman wandering among the mattresses got plenty of offers. I turned them down saying I was meeting someone. If I didn't find the bartender I was sure I would get more.
